Zommer was walking home from school, her backpack slung over one shoulder, when she noticed a man lying in the middle of the street. He looked disheveled, his clothes rumpled, and his face twisted in what seemed like pain. Her heart skipped a beat. Is he hurt? Should I call someone? She hesitated for a moment, then approached him cautiously. “Hey… are you okay?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. She knelt down besi...